you haunt me;taunt memock meand bury me deepwithin the depths ofdespairyou overpower thejoy and laughterothers createdand you loom over mewith a oh so..
chills run downthe ridge of my backand as swiftly as can bethe foyer becomes bleakcolder then my souland darker then thedarkest hours ofthe arcticand ..
that sick feeling ofinsecurityand thatunpleasantwaveofnauseathe urge to releasethe built up rageor to collapse in your owntearsbutrefrainingfrom suchb..